Another Chapter from My Book
Meeting Planers
Here is a very strange breed of woman. They mostly work for Travel Agencies but not always, some times they work for a specific company that has a lot of meetings. The dangerous ones work for Travel Agencies.
So, say the Acme Rocket Co wants to have a meeting. They don’t plan it themselves; they hire a Travel Agency to do it for them. They don’t pay the hotel they pay the Travel Agency and they mark it up, then the agency pays the hotel. Usually what happens is the Planner complains about a bunch of stuff, true or not, and they get the hotel to take a bunch of money off their bill only, they still charge the group the full price and keep the extra. I know, it’s dirty pool but, it’s just business. Keep that in mind here.
Kiko
I was working as a Banquet Captain at a Five Star Resort in Florida. I was 28 years old and my ego at the time knew no limits. I wore the magic black tux too. Any girl that didn’t flirt back with me was a lesbian.
I was living with a girl named Susan at the time and my favorite past time was knocking off a much ass on the side as I possibly could. Not because of just meanness, Sue got fat on me and I felt betrayed.
The Banquet Manager, one of my best friends, introduced me to Kiko, our new Meeting Planner for the week. He kept saying;
“Wait until you see this girl!!!”
He wasn’t kidding! Wow! She was part Polynesian, part American. Man she was beautiful. Shoulder length shiny black hair, gorgeous dark eyes and flawless tanned skin. She had a real cute smile too. But the thing that hit you first was the rack. It wasn’t that they were huge, she was just short and they were just absolutely perfect, no bra required no, wedding ring either.
“Her ass is mine.”
For the next five days I threw every single thing I had at her. Nothing, nowhere, nada, zilch.
“Lesbian for sure.” I told my ego.
Every day when I brought the checks to sign at her desk, she’d stand up and bend over the top of the desk revealing her perfect pink nipples to me while taking her sweet ass time reviewing the bills. I figured this was probably my tip; I’d have preferred that to cash anyway.
After spending more than a few nights in a hotel room with some fat planners whose functions ran out of food, trying to smooth things over, I was really hoping to catch a break on this deal. I tried getting her to drink at the dinners, no dice. Nothing I could do was going to get me in there, nothing. I was getting pretty pissed about it too.
The last day of the conference while the group was checking out she had a lunch buffet going on the pool deck. I found her in a lounge chair, in a bikini with a bottle of wine! I had to take one last shot; you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take, right?
“Hi Kiko. I have the last of the banquet check for you, whenever you’re ready”
“Chuck!” She said with that cute ass smile, “It’s hot out here! Could you grab me a slice of that cheese cake and bring the checks up to my room?”
Now, after a week long conference you almost always end up real close with the planners, after you handle enough of their problems along the way, you develop some kind of trust. Usually if both parties are interested, there’s a lot of flirting along the way, a lot of long glances. “Accidental” rubbing followed by one of these universal questions that tell you you’re going to get some;
“Can you steal some bottles of wine (from their clients bar) and bring them up to my room? I don’t want to be seen doing it.”
Or;
“Is there a Masseuse on duty this late at night? I’m stressed out.”
Or the old, most popular;
“Can you bring some desert up to my room?”
Jack pot!! She’s just all business during the conference, I can respect that! The conference is all over now! So I went and got the checks, cheese cake, it took me about 20 minutes to make it back to here room I was trying not to hurry too much. Truth was, I couldn’t wait! I knocked on the door;
“Chuck?! Is that you? Just a minute, o.k.?!”
My heart was beating so fast. I remember how all I could think about was trying to calm myself a little. I wanted her so bad by then, maybe it was my ego that wanted her, I didn’t need that kind of damage done to it.
She opened the door in nothing but a completely sheer mini robe, untied. I could see paradise. When I saw the nicely trimmed black bush, my heart actually stopped beating. She had the other hair tied back and she faked a jump and giggle then pulled her robe closed, turned and walked over to the bed and sat down. When I saw her ass wiggling as she moved, the robe just barely long enough to try, I mean try, and cover it, I thought I had reached some sort of pinnacle;
“Why don’t you bring those checks over here and let’s have a look?”
There was that smile again. As soon as I started to walk towards her, the pit of my stomach jumped. I know with out a doubt what that means. It means stop! I used to be a dealer and my gut instinct kept me from getting killed or arrested many, many times. I never ignore it anymore, ever, not even for a piece of ass I wanted that bad, I was standing by a credenza at the entrance and I said;
“You know what, I’ll just leave this stuff here and you can drop it at the front desk when you check out.”
My heart started beating fast again and this time I almost panicked. I had to get out of there right now! Something was horribly wrong.
She pulled back part of her robe. Her right succulent breast completely open to me she gave me this smirk, grin. I’m sure you’ve seen one before. She started patting the bed next to her and leaned back then pulled her hair free from its binding. That picture will never leave my mind; it’s a permanent part of me now, so very, very lovely;
“Come on….”
“You know what? I’m gonna go Kiko.”
I turned back and headed for the door.
Just then the toilet flushed and her Husband came out!
In case you missed the Con, her husband comes out of the bathroom and finds the Resorts’ Banquet Captain trying to rape his wife! She threatens to sue, go to the papers, the Resorts reputation is ruined and I get to go to jail or, the Resort Comps the whole conference and she get’s to keep the $750,000.00 and still charge her client!
That Bitch! I wonder how many times she’s pulled that off.
Here is a very strange breed of woman. They mostly work for Travel Agencies but not always, some times they work for a specific company that has a lot of meetings. The dangerous ones work for Travel Agencies.
So, say the Acme Rocket Co wants to have a meeting. They don’t plan it themselves; they hire a Travel Agency to do it for them. They don’t pay the hotel they pay the Travel Agency and they mark it up, then the agency pays the hotel. Usually what happens is the Planner complains about a bunch of stuff, true or not, and they get the hotel to take a bunch of money off their bill only, they still charge the group the full price and keep the extra. I know, it’s dirty pool but, it’s just business. Keep that in mind here.
Kiko
I was working as a Banquet Captain at a Five Star Resort in Florida. I was 28 years old and my ego at the time knew no limits. I wore the magic black tux too. Any girl that didn’t flirt back with me was a lesbian.
I was living with a girl named Susan at the time and my favorite past time was knocking off a much ass on the side as I possibly could. Not because of just meanness, Sue got fat on me and I felt betrayed.
The Banquet Manager, one of my best friends, introduced me to Kiko, our new Meeting Planner for the week. He kept saying;
“Wait until you see this girl!!!”
He wasn’t kidding! Wow! She was part Polynesian, part American. Man she was beautiful. Shoulder length shiny black hair, gorgeous dark eyes and flawless tanned skin. She had a real cute smile too. But the thing that hit you first was the rack. It wasn’t that they were huge, she was just short and they were just absolutely perfect, no bra required no, wedding ring either.
“Her ass is mine.”
For the next five days I threw every single thing I had at her. Nothing, nowhere, nada, zilch.
“Lesbian for sure.” I told my ego.
Every day when I brought the checks to sign at her desk, she’d stand up and bend over the top of the desk revealing her perfect pink nipples to me while taking her sweet ass time reviewing the bills. I figured this was probably my tip; I’d have preferred that to cash anyway.
After spending more than a few nights in a hotel room with some fat planners whose functions ran out of food, trying to smooth things over, I was really hoping to catch a break on this deal. I tried getting her to drink at the dinners, no dice. Nothing I could do was going to get me in there, nothing. I was getting pretty pissed about it too.
The last day of the conference while the group was checking out she had a lunch buffet going on the pool deck. I found her in a lounge chair, in a bikini with a bottle of wine! I had to take one last shot; you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take, right?
“Hi Kiko. I have the last of the banquet check for you, whenever you’re ready”
“Chuck!” She said with that cute ass smile, “It’s hot out here! Could you grab me a slice of that cheese cake and bring the checks up to my room?”
Now, after a week long conference you almost always end up real close with the planners, after you handle enough of their problems along the way, you develop some kind of trust. Usually if both parties are interested, there’s a lot of flirting along the way, a lot of long glances. “Accidental” rubbing followed by one of these universal questions that tell you you’re going to get some;
“Can you steal some bottles of wine (from their clients bar) and bring them up to my room? I don’t want to be seen doing it.”
Or;
“Is there a Masseuse on duty this late at night? I’m stressed out.”
Or the old, most popular;
“Can you bring some desert up to my room?”
Jack pot!! She’s just all business during the conference, I can respect that! The conference is all over now! So I went and got the checks, cheese cake, it took me about 20 minutes to make it back to here room I was trying not to hurry too much. Truth was, I couldn’t wait! I knocked on the door;
“Chuck?! Is that you? Just a minute, o.k.?!”
My heart was beating so fast. I remember how all I could think about was trying to calm myself a little. I wanted her so bad by then, maybe it was my ego that wanted her, I didn’t need that kind of damage done to it.
She opened the door in nothing but a completely sheer mini robe, untied. I could see paradise. When I saw the nicely trimmed black bush, my heart actually stopped beating. She had the other hair tied back and she faked a jump and giggle then pulled her robe closed, turned and walked over to the bed and sat down. When I saw her ass wiggling as she moved, the robe just barely long enough to try, I mean try, and cover it, I thought I had reached some sort of pinnacle;
“Why don’t you bring those checks over here and let’s have a look?”
There was that smile again. As soon as I started to walk towards her, the pit of my stomach jumped. I know with out a doubt what that means. It means stop! I used to be a dealer and my gut instinct kept me from getting killed or arrested many, many times. I never ignore it anymore, ever, not even for a piece of ass I wanted that bad, I was standing by a credenza at the entrance and I said;
“You know what, I’ll just leave this stuff here and you can drop it at the front desk when you check out.”
My heart started beating fast again and this time I almost panicked. I had to get out of there right now! Something was horribly wrong.
She pulled back part of her robe. Her right succulent breast completely open to me she gave me this smirk, grin. I’m sure you’ve seen one before. She started patting the bed next to her and leaned back then pulled her hair free from its binding. That picture will never leave my mind; it’s a permanent part of me now, so very, very lovely;
“Come on….”
“You know what? I’m gonna go Kiko.”
I turned back and headed for the door.
Just then the toilet flushed and her Husband came out!
In case you missed the Con, her husband comes out of the bathroom and finds the Resorts’ Banquet Captain trying to rape his wife! She threatens to sue, go to the papers, the Resorts reputation is ruined and I get to go to jail or, the Resort Comps the whole conference and she get’s to keep the $750,000.00 and still charge her client!
That Bitch! I wonder how many times she’s pulled that off.